#this is as far as i got and she's PISSED

[lucan-multiverse]

[maisy/isaac - Arcturus station sometime]

By the time the decontamination unit hums and spreads glowing red fingers over her body, her armour is feeling ten times heavier than usual, a headache throbs at her temples and she’s sure at least one rib is cracked. It’s all she can do to strip down and shower, dictating her report out loud to the AI in an effort to save time. All she wants to do is crawl into bed and into the arms of her husband and sleep for a year.

She makes it as far as the sheets, disappointed to realise their shared quarters are empty when she stumbles in. Isaac won’t finish his rotation for hours yet so she’s forced to sleep alone. She had wanted to talk to him. The mission to Yakawa should have been straightforward but they’d encountered more resistance than the intel had warned them of and her team had barely made it out without casualties and it replays over and over in her mind even as exhaustions grubby hands snatch at her.

“Hi, baby.”

She blinks awake, greeted by a pair of soft dark eyes looking at her. Her husband is stretched out along the sheets beside her, uniform discarded, just a plain white t-shirt and his running shorts. He’s damp, clearly having just showered and she’s pleased to know that he’d gone running while she was asleep so there would be nothing else to steal him away from her for the next twelve hours.

“Hi,” she says back, soft. She opens her arms and he immediately scoops her up, rolling so that she can hear his heartbeat under her ear.

“You okay? I read the report. You had me worried.”

“Better now. Everything is better now. What time is it?”

“1600hrs. You’ve been asleep for a while. I didn’t want to wake you.”

She hums, sliding closer. His strong arms cradle her and she loses herself in his warmth and familiar scent. Home. This was home.

“I’ve been missing you,” she murmurs, dropping a kiss to the bare patch of skin exposed by his shirt at his neck. It’s too much material, she thinks. Annoying. And it’s getting in the way of being closer to him. She tugs on the offending shirt as she kisses his neck and he chuckles, knowing her language by now.

“Something you need, Lieutenant?” he teases.

“Yes. You. Naked. On the double., Sir,” she teases back.

She lets him up only long enough to strip him down. Her long limbs slide over him, her lace against his bare skin as she settles against the length of his strong body. His hands sweep over her, warm and comforting and knowing. Each touch sends a shiver through her and each kiss only makes her need him more.

“Isaac,” she whispers, ever nerve ending on fire. His mouth drags along her skin, the slight roughness of his five o’clock shadow prickling at her. He knows better than to shave too often, knowing how much she loves the feel of that light stubble between her thighs. She feels it now, suddenly manovouered onto her back with only the slightest pang of pain to her side. It’s easy to hide her wince but he catches it anyway.

He pauses, kneeling between her open legs, one hand splayed against her side and concern furrowing his dark brows. “Sore?”

“A little,” she says honestly. She promised herself she won’t ever lie to him. “But I’ll be okay. I’ve had far worse.”

The little frown doesn’t leave his expression but it fades quickly from hers when he leans down to kiss the spot that aches. A bruise is already blossoming there against her olive skin and she threads her hands through his hair and experiences yet another overwhelming rush of emotion for him.

He is her everything.

His kisses eventually leave her bruised side, his lips venturing lower and lower. He kisses her belly, just as he had when their babies had been carried there. He kisses the scar left from their birth and the faint traces of a battle long forgotten. He kisses each pale mole and beauty spot, going slow and tender and only serving to make her juices flow between her folds. She felt beautiful in the way he loved her and when his hand dragged up the inside of her thigh and nudged her legs apart further, she thought she might explode right there.

“Zac,” she sighs, still stroking his hair as he pulls off her scant panties. He’s banked the fire inside her to an inferno and her whole body is impatient for more. He doesn’t respond straight away, still working his way towards her core so she digs her nails into his scalp with a gentle fierceness. “Zac,” she says again, sharper this time.

He stops, hovering over her mound and looking back at her. God, the sight of him there, eyes impossibly dark, his lips already red from the trail of kisses over her body - she wants to wrap her thighs around his head and keep him there – grinding against his face until she’s quivering on his tongue and screaming his name.

The smirk on his lips tells her he wants it too.

[pikhachu]

sighh late night extra bc i got pissed off and what i feel she feels

[infinite-infinite-stars]

What if... Who Killed Markiplier... but it's Ace Attorney Investigations...

"Ace District Attorney Investigations", if you will.

(Everything you see here was drawn by me, with some backgrounds/that one evidence photo being either screenshots from the show, or edits of official photographs of Mythea Castle, where WKM was filmed)

[dailykugisaki]

Day 157 | id in alt

Mai told Miwa that Kugisaki was a creature with no morals and because Mai is the one that directly protects Miwa's back most of the time? Miwa believed her.

Also Kugisaki is a creature. I rematched her death painting fights.

[souenkun]

I loooove the jp fandom's headcanon that geeta and larry are childhood friends who met during their time in the academy and, sometime in the future, geeta personally recruited larry to work for the paldean pokemon league, as she must be one of the first people who knew of his prowess in pokemon battling! Like yeah, the whole geeta being a "strict boss who is frustrated by larry's stubborn insistence to be an average worker that she has to assign him different workloads just to broaden his horizon" idea is intriguing, but stepping it up a notch by making geeta be the "best friend a.k.a the only one who has seen larry at his very best and his very worst, and knows for a fact that he could excel at anything he put his mind into if he steps out of his comfort zone, so she doesn't particularly drag him out of said zone, but pushes him out of it each time she can because she can't bear to see her best friend be unaware of the good chances and positive things that awaits him out there, not if she has a (small) say in it" is also downright hilarious 😭🤚

[laugtherhyena]

Oh right uhh, Kokoro lives in -2+2 (And Emma, and also Hibiki)

[rintinningvt]

Started watching the Bayverse movies with my besties and... Are we just too gay for these movies??? Admittedly we only finished the first two and got through a quarter of the third, but the second one was such a drag to sit through at times and it probably doesn't help that we do NOT care about Sam that much. I hope that there is a character arc for him in the rest of the third movie. Because so far he has not been fun to watch in that one. He just comes off as a slight manchild to me, like... I can see why he would be frustrated with where he is in life but the way he acts with others and lashes out does not help him in the slightest. I do have to admit though that seeing him go to Cybertronian Heaven in the second movie was the funniest part for me and my besties lol.

I'll just hope that the other guy in the next movies will be at least a bit more interesting. Doesn't even have to be a good guy, just an interesting guy for me lol

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Magneto would love lumpia meanwhile Charles would have his Bibingka and Puto Bungbong hehe

Happy Holidays!

asks that remind me my bitchass friend kayla promised to make me *puto two years ago and she still hasnt

*puto is a filipino rice cake i do know it also means 'bitch' in spanish we do not have to address that thank you

[hythlodaes]

getting bitched at for using an ounce of logic in the workplace 🤪

[morningmask27]

Honestly I'm also not fully happy with what they did with Whis this book

[lucky-penne]

Why do people have to post anti-Yona shit on the Sidon x Reader tag 😐 I don't want to see that and I bet many others don't either. Already had to block 3 people so far for it. I just want to read my smut in peace 😔

[the-busy-ghost]

Me normally: Let people love what they love

Me, after a Test Match Special commentator expresses their belief that the new All Creatures Great and Small is somehow "better" than the 1978 version: This is pure insanity and TMS can no longer be trusted on anything, how can they even be trusted to know about cricket, do they have no TASTE

[husbants]

exhausted of existing ✌️

[memento-morri-writes]

I've been thinking a lot about how Rook's reunion with his former mentor, Zara, is going to go, and since I can't predict what the DM is going to have her do or say, I can only dwell on what I know is going to happen. Which happens to include taking off the illusion ring that's been hiding his injuries from her. So have a snippet of the description I have planned for that moment:

tw for description of (mostly healed) injuries

He hesitates, twisting a ring on his finger. Looking at it more closely, she can tell it’s very finely crafted, and must have been very expensive. A large emerald is set into the band. Rook sighs, and pulls the ring off his finger in one quick motion.  Immediately she’s struck by the difference in his appearance as the illusion melts away. He looks awful. His warm, healthy skin fades to a dull and sickly grey. There’s huge bags under his deeply sunken eyes, and his cheeks are hollowed, as though they have been carved out by an overeager sculptor. He looks like he’s recently risen from the grave.  While he was thin before, now she can see his ribs under the skin, and his collarbones are exaggeratedly pronounce. Thin white lines left by dozens upon dozens of recently healed cuts are scattered across his body. On top of that, faded bruises cover most of his visible skin, a mottled mosaic of purple and yellow. They’re clearly days, maybe weeks old, and she can only begin to imagine what they must have looked like when fresh. Bandages are barely visible under his shirt, wrapping around his back, hinting at even more injuries.

[regwishesshehadmagic]

[summer-sapphic]

Hi I'm mad